I can turn my head — just a little — and the glare from that bright yellow corona is boring into my brain. Hey, some shade. That’s one big fucki...g bird. Wonder if it’s a hawk or an eagle? Probably a vulture. Piss off. I’m not dead yet. I think I’ll go for a walk. Nonsense, you’ll be stone dead in a moment. Stone dead — heh. Two points, two flats, and a packet of gravel. I’ll raise you this boulder I’m laying on. Checkmate, honey — beat you at your own damn game. This heat really is ridiculous.. All I wanted to do is kneel next to the bed and rip his underpants down, before sucking his knob. Naturally, I restrained myself, afraid that I might end up with a fat lip or a blue eye.After a few minutes, I then watched as the bulge began to soften and return to its former state. Being rather tired, it did not take long before I found my eyelids grow heavy prior to drifting off to sleep.When I awoke an hour later, I did a double take at the sight before me. Okie had obviously awoken during. "Well, my grandfather died right after I was born. He had a heart attack, I think, or was it a stroke? Anyway, in his will he had left his money to his wife, who had died a few years before he died, and any living blood relatives with the specific exception of my father. I was, and still am, the only living relative, so the money is now in a trust fund. I get a stipend from the interest of the balance, about two hundred thousand dollars a year, but my mother has it mostly reinvested back into. The photograph was of Lars and myself, riding carousel ponies. Lars had an evil grin, while I looked scandalized. What made the picture memorable was the suit I was wearing. It was a modified British men's morning suit, which I still had. The photo was also a challenge, since I was not presented in a flattering manner. In fact, I was acting like a girl. Trust Sheila to show me as feminine, while dressed in masculine clothing. Damn, that woman is good.Once I followed all the convolutions, there.